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[Intro]
Yeah
Whole squad laughin' at you
H-Town
Uh
[Verse 1]
You the type flex hard in the group chat
Screenshots show you only got a FoodStamp
You the type post drip at the mall
Tags on the fit still hangin' by the drawl (dummy)
You the type talk tough on the 'Gram
See us in person, dappin' up, callin' me "fam"
You the type say you outside, you lit
But your mama in the back yellin', "Take out the trash!" (lil boy)
[Chorus]
Silly muthafucka, why you act like that? (why?)
Talkin' like a boss, but you cap like that
Whole hood know you just play pretend
Silly muthafucka, can't keep up that trend
[Verse 2]
You the type pour soda in a gold cup
Take a quick pic, swear that it’s “poured up”
You the type yell "gang" in the crowd
Ride home solo, quiet, lookin' at the ground
You the type steal lingo, wrong context
Say it to the wrong one, now you feel stressed
You the type at the club in the line
Post from the corner like you skipped that time (stop lyin')
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You the type with a fake backstage pass (ha)
Selfie in the corner by the mop and the trash
You the type say you plugged with the plug (you not)
"Gimme front, big bro," then you run off, duck
You the type, new lie every season
We just sit back, keep laughin' for a reason (for real)
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 6, 2026
Duration1:58
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty Houston trap bounce, heavy sub-bass and swung hi-hats, chopped vocal stabs. Beat rides slow and menacing with space for punchline-heavy bars; hook stacks rowdy gang chants under the lead. Occasional organ stabs and screwed ad-libs nod to classic H-Town, with male vocals dripping attitude and humor., hip hop
Credits
Prompt byNizzyNick
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about a silly motherfucker, rap, trap, hip hop, Houston rap
